The Colourful Ribbons
By: Azza El Wakeel
I miss the colourful ribbons
Of my tresses
The ones of my kite
Of my key’s chain
The simple things
That brought great joy
I miss my childhood’s books
My colouring books
My piano notes
All my toys
I miss the pure white
Of the snow
That I used to see
Covering the mountains
The pure white
Of the clouds
Of the full moon
I’m no more naïve
Since I matured
My eyes are seeing
All the whites stained
In my youth
I used to think
I’ll grow up to live
Like a butterfly
Free to wander
Fly and circle
From one flower
To another
Like a nightingale
Sing my songs
Without fear
But the world
Disappointed me
It’s full of rains
Lots of tears
Limited are the choices
Wings tied with chains
Frightened nightingales
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